HIDDEN #INKtober 2016

Feeling the heat of hidden mysteries, she bit her lip, trusted the Universe would not throw knives. Hands over eyes, she covered the portals to her soul that she may find the secrets of the body. A gentle breeze cooled her bringing goosebumps to bare skin, whispering feathers that no longer fly. The smell of ancient pages rippled in the air.

Her head began to throb. Thoughts spinning, she forced herself to remain still. Her hair felt heavy, moist. She wished for scissors, listened to the sound of her own breath creating spirals of life. Her chest prickled as if lit by a thousand fires, etched by hands unseen. Muscle memory kept her shaking arms aloft. Waiting, Waiting, until the knowledge of self unwound all she had forgotten from the cruel knots of time.